Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad novel Chapter 164

“It’s time, miss,” he says, his voice serious. “He wants you home. Now.”

“Oh?” I ask, biting my lip with disappointment. “No breakfast?”

Slowly, the guard shakes his head. I turn my attention back to Ivan, but his eyes are on the guard.

“Can you give us a minute?” Ivan says to Kent’s man, using a tone that reminds me that Ivan, too, is the head of a criminal organization. The guard hesitates but Ivan twists his head a little, his mouth tightening, letting the guard know that it wasn’t really a question. Sighing, the guard goes back inside, closing the door behind him.

“Can I tell you something Fay? Before you go?” Ivan asks quietly, his voice more serious than I’m used to, and definitely too serious for dawn. “Just between us?”

I cock my head to the side, some instinct in me prodding me to pay attention, so I sit up and look him in the face. This is…different, than the carefree Ivan I know, who always acts like he can handle anything. Instead, now, there’s real worry in his eyes.

“Okay,” I breathe. “Sure.”

“You need to be careful, Fay,” Ivan urges, his voice tentative. “I wanted to tell you this last night – but we got distracted. And now time is short, so I’m sorry that this is abrupt, but…things are changing in the criminal sphere. Something big is coming – I don’t want you to get caught up in it. But you’re very close to some of the big players in this war. I’m worried that you could get swept away in it.”

I feel myself go pale as I listen to him, fascinated. I knew that there was…discord between the families, but I never thought…

“Are you one of these players, Ivan?” I hear myself ask, my voice steadier than I thought it would be as my mind races to think of Kent – of Daniel –

“I am,” Ivan says quietly, nodding slowly and raising a hand to cup my cheek. “I can protect you, if you…if you’ll let me.”

“Thank you, Ivan,” I say, biting my lip. “I will think about it.”

And then I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his mouth, letting myself linger for just a moment with my eyes closed, wondering if this…

But then I pull away and stand up. He watches my every move.

“I have to go,” I whisper, holding his gaze for – well, maybe for too long.

And then I turn, and leave, nodding to the guards in the house to let them know I’m ready. And as I walk out the door, I know Ivan is behind me, watching my every step.